Bunsen Burner was in his office, thinking over the past hour and a half. While they were here, the three of the six Elements of Harmony had not attempted to rescue any of their friends. In fact, other than the one contradiction made by Twilight Sparkle, they had seemed helpful; too helpful.
He shook his head and put his hooves together. He turned his specially built office chair around to face the large glass window panel that had a commanding view of the old indoor yard. Though the place had not been an actual prison in decades, the workers, scientists, and soldiers under his command simply called it ‘The Floor’, just as it had been called for many years.
Bunsen Burner leered down at The Floor, his eyes glazed over. While physically he was looking at an expansive field of tile below; in his mind he was looking back over every single moment he had been consciously aware of. Sifting, sifting back seconds, minutes, an hour. The only time he had not had those three near or directly in his line of sight was when he turned his back on them to lower the sound shield in front of the subject. They must have done something then, something infinitesimal, but highly important; but what?
Over the noise of his own thought process, he began to hear a sound. His ear twitched as he became consciously aware of it. It was a sound unlike any Bunsen Burner had ever heard, a sound like the continuous breathing of a mighty beast. Breathing in and out; in and out. VroOOOm, VroOOOm, VroOOOm.
The sound was growing larger with each passing moment, and it seemed to be coming from behind the glass; beneath on The Floor. A little thought in the back of his head told him that something was coming; though that particular fact was obvious. But, it was something powerful, imperishable. Something..transcendent of all creation. So though reactively he yelled ‘What in the name of the Royal Sisters?’ when a large blue box flew through the wall without causing it any harm, he also foreknew of it’s coming, and that it was something to be in awe of, and a little twinge of fear gripped his heart.
The blue box glided toward the floor, though it continued to speed towards the incoming wall. It touched the ground momentarily, and skidded a bit, leaving torn up tile and concrete in its wake. Before it had a chance to come to a halt with a light bump on the wall, Bunsen Burner slammed his left hoof down on the Intercom button, “All personnel, report to The Floor immediately; intruders in the facilities.” He leapt from his chair and proceeded to the nearest flight of stairs down to the Floor. By the time he slammed the door open to The Floor, the first layer of unicorns and sonic armed regular ponies along with squadrons of pegasi were assembling, flanking and choking every exit point around the blue box.
Bunsen Burner stepped forward and in front of his ponies to look at the blue box. Odd; no movement, no noise any longer, it just sat there, looming over them. Stranger still, the box was made of wood, or at least it seemed to be; a wooden box that could rip up tile and concrete without being shattered to bits? This was an utter mystery, and Bunsen Burner didn’t like it.